Could Terry have been watching pornography and masturbating? It was possible, but then I realized that we had no speakers ... More anger. ... I tip-toed down the stairs, and made my clandestine approach toward the computer room, totally unprepared for what I was to witness the moment I peeked my head around the corner. My daughter. My gorgeous red-head daughter, bouncing her slender naked body atop of her father's—my husband's—cock. I turned away, clamping my hand over. Her lips tasted of sweet strawberries. Her arms wrapped around me, one hand still clutching my vibrator. I slid my arms around her, stroked her back and let one hand slip down to her jeans and groped her plump ass.God, it was wonderful to feel another person on my lips. The Ecstasy was amazing, wonderful. But it also overwhelmed you, reduced your entire world to just pleasure. It was nice to have a real person in your arms, kissing you. Someone you could hold and touch. And see. And smell. Zi's. No. Don’t do it. Go to the next item.Another. Done.My hand starts to shake. I stabilize it over the mouse. On autopilot, it opens another browser and removes the adult content filter. The racing pulse is getting worse. Hello, my name is Jai and I’m a Lush addict. I swear my ears are ringing.Nope, not signing in. Just seeing if a certain hotly anticipated story made it to the home page. Not mine, but someone else’s. He was cool enough to send a teaser during the weekend. Probably still in mods,. Yet, as you wait your sexual excitement is growing. Another excerpt from a story sprang to mind. “I sat their waiting with him while my wife got ready for their date,” he had written. “From time to time he touched his groin, as men do when they are horny, adjusting themselves. His cock was getting harder in anticipation. Sometimes he would look in my direction with a smile on his face.” Abe did the same but the look on his face was more of a satisfied look. I think he knew for certain that he.